“Faster!” Jed yelled, one hand holding his cowboy hat so that it wouldn’t get lost. “He is catching up!”
Beside him, Octavius laughed and pressed the pedal down as far as it would go. They skidded around the corner, almost too fast.
Behind them, the giant T-Rex skeleton followed them, trying to get his bone back. It was their nightly activity. Rexy needed the exercise, or he would get restless and try to hunt the animals.
One week, their small car was broken and Larry had taken AGES to repair it, and Rexy actually ate one of the Neaderthales. Well, he ripped him to shreds and then tried to swallow him. They actually had managed to put him together again and he only looked slightly mangled, so he had to stand in the back now but eh, it was fine.
Now that the car got fixed, they could take Rexy out for exercise again.
“Oh, look out”, Jed screamed when they skidded too far around the corner. But it was too late.
While they made the turn, Rexy did not and crashed directly into the Christmas tree, throwing it over with full force. The tree shattered in many pieces, Christmas balls and lights flying everywhere, covering the ground in shards.
“Oh oh”, Octavius and Jed said at the same time. The car came to a stop and Rexy happily grabbed his bone, and Jed was reeling to loosen the rope that connected the single bone to their car and not have it ripped up in the air and possibly broken again.
Then the two looked at the downed tree in silence, until Rexy was bored with the bone and started trying to chew the tree.
“No! Stop!”, both of them yelled at the same time - tho of course it didn’t deter the T-Rex who loved cracking each and every Christmas ornament open and then pulling out the garlands.
“And now?”, Jed asked after they had watched Rexy take the tree apart meticulously.
“They need that for the Christmas Party tomorrow! We are dead if they find out!” A twinkle from the windows caught their attention and both of them had a figurative lightbulb over their head.
A few minutes later they were climbing on Rexy. Octavius then put the stick forward to which they had fixed a single shiny Christmas ornament, which caught the dinosaur's attention. He tried to reach it, making one step, then another.
“It works!” Jed said happily and clapped Octavius on the back.
“Now let's go!” They steered Rexy out of the museum and towards their target.
“Mum look! There is a Christmas dinosaur!”, a little girl cried, pointing out of the window.
“Anna, shut up. You are watching too much TV!” her mum scolded, because when she looked out of the window, there was nothing.
“But there was!”
“You look too much on that stupid phone of yours.”
This scene happened, in one way or another, in many households in New York that night.
The three outside didn’t notice of course. They were set on their target - well Jed and Octavius were, Rexy was constantly getting distracted by shiny lights and Christmas decorations around.
“Next time we take the car!” Jed complained, when Rexy took yet another detour to try and eat yet ANOTHER inflatable Santa Clause. “If you tell me how we are supposed to transport a Christmas tree with our car, sure”, Octavius muttered.
Jed huffed, but had to admit he was right. And after Rexy was disappointed when the inflatable Santa lost all of his air, they managed to get him to keep walking. And then there was their target in sight.
“It’s a bit big, do you think, it will fit?”, Jed asked and Octavius eyed the tree up and down.
“It will. I think. If not we will get the beavers to gnaw off part of the lower part.” They both nodded.
“Now we just need to make sure that Rexy will not destroy it again.” “And carry it back.”
“Go fetch!”, Jed yelled, and pointed in the direction. They had put Rexy's bone in the tree - which had been a struggle to do, but the only plan they had come up with. And now the T-Rex - who had been busy trying to lick the ice in the ice rink - snapped his head up, locking in on his target.
He was over to the tree with a few big strides, grabbing it and trying to lift it.
Once. Then twice. Then a third time.
It was not looking good.
“We are so dead”, Octavius groaned and buried his face in his hands.
But Rexy was not easily deterred. It was his bone, and his big stick and he WOULD get it. He growled and put all his weight into the next pull - and it worked. He lifted the tree straight from his stand and made a happy noise.
“Yes!” The two cheered happily and got back on.
Now there was a problem tho.
The tree was so big that none of them could see where they were going. And Rexy had a lot of sparkling Christmas ornaments in front of him. Steering wouldn’t work anymore.
“Uhmmm.” They looked at each other. “And now?” But before they could start coming up with a plan, Rexy began to walk.
“Oh, this is not good!”, Octavius said, but they could only hold on and hope Rexy would eventually go back to the museum - before the sun went up too. Because the dinosaur was not deterred by anything. Shouting, pulling, ordering - nothing worked.
They also couldn’t see that Rexy had spotted a bus with a Santa Clause on it - and was determined to see if that one was edible. He was following the bus, growling when his prey kept getting away from him time and time again.
Conveniently, the bus took the route to the museum, and seemingly the driver didn’t notice that he was followed by a big Christmas tree carrying dinosaur.
In front of the museum, the bus had to stop at a red light long enough for Rexy to finally catch up and growl angrily when his prey turned out to be a piece of metal.
Frustrated, the dinosaur turned towards the museum to go home, flicking the image of Santa hard with his tail as he turned around and breaking it.
Inside, they actually had to call the beavers over, because the tree trunk didn’t fit in the stand, but it was done pretty soon and then they were all standing around and admiring their new Christmas tree. They had simply put the old tree somewhere in the basement, hoping no one would ever find it.
“It’s a bit bigger than the old one”, Octavius said. “Yeah well, they won’t notice.” Jed wrapped an arm around the Roman.
The next morning Dr. McPhee and Larry stood in the entrance hall of the museum, looking at the tree.
“Is there any explanation why our Christmas tree is gone and was replaced with the ROCKEFELLER CENTER CHRISTMAS TREE?!”
Behind them, the radio was playing news about a Christmas dinosaur.
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